Wash: Well, I wash my hands of it. It's a hopeless case. I'll read a nice poem at the funeral. Something with imagery. Zoe: You could lock the door and keep the power-hungry maniac at bay. Wash: Oh, no, I'm starting to like this poetry idea now. Here lies my beloved Zoe, my autumn flower, somewhat less attractive now she's all corpsified and gross...

'Shindig'


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DXMachina - Oct 16, 2007 2:07:04 pm PDT #10001 of 10001
You always do this. We get tipsy, and you take advantage of my love of the scientific method.

This thread is bitched out, but there's a neat new thread here:

"Spike's Bitches 38: Well, This Is Just...Neat." Oct 16, 2007 4:05:29 pm PDT


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